The Son of His Father; vol. 1/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Son of His Father; vol. 1/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fathers and sons -- Fiction
‘How dare you call her Emily, sir? What do you mean by it? Do you intend
to drive me distracted in my lonely state? Am I to be brought to the
grave with your questions and your doubts? Ah, you never would have
taken that upon you,’ said the old man, ‘while _she_ was here. You think
you have got me at your mercy. You think you can take every advantage
of me now that I am alone.’
‘No,’ said John. ‘Grandfather, it is you who are hard upon me. She was
going to tell me. She would have told me if she had lived. The last
thing she said was, “Emily, tell the boy.”’
Old Mr. Sandford relapsed into his broken sobbing. It was quite genuine,
and yet both now and on other occasions it had served his purpose.
‘What is between two women,’ he said, ‘nobody can know, nobody but their
Maker. And neither you nor me can tell what that was. But she never told
you, bless her soul, that you were to insult your mother: oh no! nor me
that have always been your support and provided for you all your life.
You think perhaps you would have got on just as well without me, by
yourself, left upon the world?’
And then he fell into such agitation that John was full of regret and
self-reproach. He tried the best he could to make his grandfather forget
all that had been said, and to forget it himself, and to return to their
old life. But it was very hard to do. Indeed, this period in John’s
life was altogether very hard; his lessons were given over and he had
nothing to do: and after all the troubles and emotions of the past month
or two he had not strength of mind to begin some study by himself, as
Mr. Cattley advised and Elly urged him to do.
‘You should carry on your mathematics. Mathematics are always good for
an engineer: or even draw,’ said Elly, as if that branch of industry was
very frivolous in comparison, ‘that’s good for an engineer too. I am
sure Mr. Cattley would help you if you were to ask him. But, for
goodness sake, Jack, do something; don’t fall into the same ways as all
the other boys, wandering about with your hands in your pockets. It is
better to do anything,’ said Elly, ‘than to do nothing at all.’
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